。， 'Mr. Bumble! Mr. Bumble!' cried Noah, wit well-affected dismay:and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught theear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, butalarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without hiscocked hat, --which is a very curious and remarkablecircumstance: as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a suddenand powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentaryvisitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness ofpersonal dignity.
。， 'So lonely, sir! So very lonely!' cried the child. 'Everybodyhates me. Oh! sir, don't, don't pray be cross to me!' The childbeat his hand upon his heart; and looked in his companion's face,with tears of real agony.
。， The blessing was from a young child's lips, but it was the firstthat Oliver had ever heard invoked upon his head; and through thestruggles and sufferings, and troubles and changes, of his afterlife, he never once forgot it.
'Ten, sir,' replied Oliver.。， And now, I come to a very important passage in Oliver's history;for I have to record an act, slight and unimportant perhaps inappearance, but which indirectly produced a material change inall his future prospects and proceedings.
Although Oliver did as he was desired, at once; and passed theback of his unoccupied hand briskly across his eyes, he left atear in them when he looked up at his conductor. As Mr. Bumblegazed sternly upon him, it rolled down his cheek. It was followedby another, and another. The child made a strong effort, but itwas an unsuccessful one. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr.Bumble's he covered his face with both; and wept until the tearssprung out from between his chin and bony fingers.。， It chanced one morning, while Oliver's affairs were in thisauspicious and confortable state, that Mr. Gamfield,chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeplycogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certainarrears of rent, for which his landlord had become ratherpressing. Mr. Gamfield's most sanguine estimate of his financescould not raise them within full five pounds of the desiredamount; and, in a species of arthimetical desperation, he wasalternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passingthe workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate.
'Oh, you queer soul!' said Charlotte, bursting into a heartylaugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they bothlooked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering onthe box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stalepieces which had been specially reserved for him.。， TREATS OF THE PLACE WHERE OLIVER TWIST WAS BORN AND OF THECIRCUMSTANCES ATTENDING HIS BIRTH
， 'Oh, you little wretch!' screamed Charlotte: seizing Oliver withher utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderatelystrong man in particularly good training. 'Oh, you littleun-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!' And between everysyllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might:accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society.。，